I see the pairs conjoin to form but one,
Another eternal love has just begun
Before my eyes I see them dance and laugh
As newly weds do. But she does not know
                  What he does not show.

Their love established in the most formal
Of ways.
Unbeknownst to them the following normal–
Not love.
                            But loathe.

As he entertains, entering another,
His promises of love do not waiver
              Nor do hers,
                                   With his bother.

As time will tell they seek to leave
Their private hell.  
                     Wonder Wells
Inside of me
                 when I see
                          they switch
At last.

Celebrate and give congratulations
       Before the day is done
              With salutations
               For in joy–
                            We join to form
                              Not two,
But one.

I lay here just to be stepped upon.

With the power to move, yet lacking the will

As the moon retreats, I lay until dawn,

They come and watch me through the window sill.

From here I would move, with motivation

If I had one who could grant me such,

But I do not, so I avoid the temptation.

For one such as that I would not dare touch.

Alas, I lie on this cold ground alone,

I wait for the next one to step upon me.

This life fits me, yet new one I will own,

In this pain I am filled to the knee.

You and I were never meant to be,

Only this pain from you will set me free.

These memories will never fade.

These memories will scar my brain.

Forever more I reminisce

In the feelings which I dismiss.

Embracing hatred in despair,

For all the time that I have spent

Just hoping you would care

In my lonely world of discontent.

We are no more in the stillness of the night

To be a thought, was once a gift, but now

Your confessions of love seem much too trite.

Thus now these thoughts of love I don’t allow.

To be or not to be– just gone and dead

In life we die, alas, do we all live?

I think we not, for tears which been shed,

For lies which have been said, I can’t forgive.

The sun of the morning does rise with grace

Yet still nothing to see, nothing to feel,

There is mistake that none can erase.

All of this time I spent dreaming was real.

A once, the trumpet of the morn will crow

She shall have denied me ‘least thrice I know.

So I believed, I could build a lover

One that could walk with me so perfectly

Under the bridge; secrecy we uncover,

Because for me, I knew 'twas time to be

A creator for the things that I need,

So run with me, my love, throughout the rain

Forget restraints and chains, we will be freed

I’m tired of searching for love to attain

So be a perfect creation for me.

I wish only to stop looking in vain.

If only I could make her perfectly

Then life would surely be free of that pain

Alas, I am no god, for there are none

My lov’r is vis’ble as a midnight sun.

We sit here, moonlight shining through the window,

Deepening as the night goes on and on

The feelings since left a long time ago

Yet I stay with you until new dawn.

The night seemed to drift away in the mist

Where has time taken us on this journey?

A land without memory when we first kissed?

Such a place, torture, I’d rather be free–

Free from this clutch you place upon me

The sun raises, I can see you awaken

I can not take this, can not you see?

Together, alone, we are forsaken.

I walk alone under a sun scorched sky.

He beats down on me, wishing me to die.

What is love, just a resemblance of rage?

What is love, but a line of poetry?

I believe it not to be found on page,

For 'tis love which has forced me to my knee.

'Tis love also, who strikes me to the ground

And leaves me to lay here forever more,

If death not by a heart shattered, by hound

As I cannot move with a heart so sore.

But, as this delicate rage comes to me

I can find no escape from this emotion

Though I so intensely wish myself free

Without it, I am lost in this ocean.

What is love, but a rabid beast?

What is love? 'Twill come to know my heart least.